I'm getting my things ready for the next day. I've never felt so excited about going to school and I still can't believe this is happening to me. I'm living a daydream. Summarily, I arrived in a school where even if they know that I am mute they do not try to punish me for a fate for which I am not even responsible. I exchanged with comrades, and I was applauded by my acquaintances and anyone other than my sister worried about me. I think I have passed a great milestone in my life. I hear my door click and my sister comes in with a mug of hot milk in her hand. "It's almost 10 pm. You should go to bed because tomorrow you're going to have to get up very early… you know with everything that's happened I haven't been able to go to work lately I feel like my boss is going to sting me with one of those crises so tomorrow I'm going out early… but don't worry your lunch will be ready the same evening I couldn't pick you up…do you think you'll be ok? »I nod, and she smiles at me. "Okay I'
I don't know what to answer or what to do in this situation he is right and I need to take the notes that were taken before me also I need friends but this is not the subject.So if it's so kindly offered I can only accept. I turn to him and nod my head."Good see you tonight then"I look at him doubtfully, he tells me as if he is going to go away and come back. It's not possible, he gets up and hangs his satchel on his shoulder then leaves before the teacher even comes. Why did he even come here? Could it be that it was just to see me and offer me his help that he came? No, I have to make up my mind, I have to come to my senses and not let myself hover over such idiotic assumptions.No sooner had he left than the professor returned. The school day passes quickly and since the morning Michaël has not returned to class.I dare to imagine that he is somewhere in high school and is just skipping class...The end of class rings quickly and I walk through the halls of the school in search o
My relationship with Michaël is quite complex, I cannot say that we are friends but not that we are only comrades. He is the only one with whom I can exchange and I also appreciate his patience with me. He talks to me with kindness and when I have to talk to him he doesn't say anything to me when I take a long time to write what I want to say to him - no disparaging remarks - he just waits until I'm done then reads aloud voice to find out if what I wrote is exactly what I think and that's how we've been talking for a few weeks.It makes me happy to be able to share with him even if it just boils down to studies and the fact that I know about his talent on the piano. Since that day we have never mentioned it again and given the way he reacts I don't want to talk about it, maybe he wouldn't like it. I'm just enjoying the fact that I can trade with someone my age without worrying about bullying.We are sitting in our private corner in the library and unlike our usual it is only the break
So I get up and with one last sad look, I leave him and go to class. I'm going to go to the vending machine afterward to bring him an energy drink. I'm sure he'll need it.I walk down the hall and can see many girls in my class gathered around Charlotte the Auburn Goddess. They all sound sad or something as I hear sobs.Almost all of them are gathered around her trying to console her and I tell myself that I should also be among them but then I wonder why I would do that. She only spoke to me once and then nothing. We are not close enough for me to do that so I will abstain.I pass in front of them but I still have time to follow a few snippets of their conversation."Come on, calm down, Charly, you know he didn't mean it that way. »"It's true... you know he's been busy with shoots and other commercials lately I'm sure it's just fatigue"So they talk about Michael. It's true that when I found him he looked like he wanted to explode with rage but when I arrived he quickly calmed down h
Michaël grew up in a stressful environment, that's the little he can say. His father, a successful businessman, had married a young actress who was making her debut but whose talent was already recognized on the national film scene. Carmen is a young redhead with green eyes and milky soft skin. She was not only an actress because, in her debut, but that is also to say when she was 14, she had been in a girl band that had many fairly popular songs to its credit. She then wanted to embark on a solo career but in vain because she, unfortunately, did not have the 'trick' to make her voice resonate and be heard. Her manager had therefore decided to enroll her in a casting for a minor role in a film and despite her protests wanting at all costs to be a famous singer, she had finally accepted and passed the audition.The producer had found her a rather explosive talent, he said, for the cinema, deciding to give her another role than the one for which she had auditioned; he had decided to bet
Michaël and I were walking down the street when he fired his driver wanting to enjoy my company even longer. It was the end of class and after working on the exercises in today's class we were out two hours after the end of class with my heart pounding at the fact that my sister must be worried."That's what I've been telling you from the start, you really should have a cell phone but you refuse to let me offer you one"I shake my head in denial, no I don't want my friend to give me a cell phone and I don't want my sister to go into more debt to give me one either.“It would be easier and simpler you know… to contact you”I turn to Michaël and he looks away while his ears are red – what are these rather bizarre reactions with him? The last time I asked him if he had a fever and he said no but he's been red for a while finally I concluded that he doesn't like the sun may be according to his organism it is too hot.I shrug my shoulders before blowing with my lips, the noise is quite pron
I was there impatiently waiting for the reaction of the owner. Either way, it shouldn't be a problem for me to be mute since I wouldn't need to talk to customers. I should just tidy up, right? It shouldn't be a complicated matter. But if there's one thing I've seen in my short life, it's that you will always be judged by what you are alienating, what you can't do. I am not arrogant but I know my capacities and my skills and I know one thing, I can when I want - and there I can without any measure do what this man will ask me to do because I am not a penguin and I can perfectly perform these tasks.Words are not a brake because only actions count.I look down and feel Michael's hand on my shoulder, I look up and I can see in his eyes that he looks determined, for what reason I can't tell.“Listen, sir, Emma is the most capable and committed girl I know, she can do any task without sawing and she is the bravest girl there is I can guarantee you that”I blushed at the flood of compliments
Michael did not expect Emma to do what she did. She kissed him on the cheek and even though it wasn't the first time it had happened to him coming from a girl his age, he had never felt such a surge of feelings. It was as if his chest was going to explode, his heart throbbing so powerfully. He blushed with shortness of breath and then lowered his gaze in embarrassment under Emma's lost gaze. She was far too innocent and naive she couldn't know how much she disturbed him with her way of acting so unconsciously. Ever since he'd seen her fearful gaze when she walked into their class, he'd known she was going to naturally catch his attention.This look he recognized was the same as that of his sister when he often takes her in public. She is afraid of the judgment of others and fears their insults. He recognizes the look of people like her and it immediately appealed to him.But what ends up convincing him is the conversation between Emma and her sister at the end of class while he was wai
Marriage, if someone had spoken to me about that a few more weeks ago, I would have started to cry, regretting having lost Michaël. But now as I'm in this room waiting for the bride's entrance music to play, I feel like I'm in a dream. I've had time to fix all my wrongs on the people I've hurt and now I can say with certainty that I'm ready to live the life that comes my way. After talking to Charlotte, I went to see Cherry. I had been so unfair to her by not allowing her to get to know each other, yet it was her dearest wish for two reasons. I am the woman his best friend is in love with and I am the best friend of the woman she is in love with. It was a bit funny these relations between us, just to say that I occupied an important place in her life without even having already spoken to her. So I went to their apartment, they were living together and because of Cherry's career, they had decided to have a common-law relationship even though a baby was in discussion. They wante
The next morning, Aden was at our doorstep. As soon as he saw me he jumped on me, lifting me up and down. I laughed at his ardor before he dropped me off. But at the same time, I heard a moan of pain as Aden complained. We looked to find Kyle frowning as he just punched Aden. "But what's your problem?" "You're the guy who was supposed to be received by the Emir I think, Aden Logan if I'm not mistaken... but who allowed you to touch my mother? You should keep your hands on you, mom belongs to Dad...” Aden felt a vein pulsate on his forehead, this rascal, he looks like his cunt father, both are so harmful. "Who are you to my mother?" Aden remained silent, he looked at Emma and smiled, he could have teased this brat and at the same time provoked his father by saying that he is the one who could have been their father, but good times when he liked to be petty are gone, now he's more mature and he's given up on the idea of hooking up with Emma one day. He stroked Kyle's head d
Indeed, I had never had an ultrasound so I couldn't imagine that I was expecting two children instead of one. But listening to Michaël I could only realize the baseness of my character as a mother. I had promised myself that I would never do as my mother did, which was to abandon my child, but that's exactly what I did. And I think I did worse because I disowned him, making him cry. My jealousy and anger kept me from thinking and I made horrible and unfair decisions. Manuel grew up without his mother, I understand his speech the day before. I was pathetic, I don't know how to be forgiven. I looked up at my boys on the bed and saw Manuel holding out his hands to me. " Mom..." I sobbed running to him as I hugged him, almost smothering him in my embrace. I've been so unfair, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you but I would do anything to erase the pain of my absence from my baby's heart. I'm going to be the mother he's been missing all this time. I beg your pardon
Kyle hung up before seeing his father bring him a meal tray. He made a face not understanding this silly smile before sighing remembering that it was his parent. "Hello my prince" " Good morning" Michael sighed, it won't be easy at all. "I brought you your breakfast, are you coming?" “I can feed myself you know” “I know it but I want to make sure you take your medicine” "Do I need to take it all the time? Frankly" Michaël smiled, he betrayed himself so easily, it was so adorable. “You have persistent asthma. For this, your pediatrician has asked that you follow a controlled treatment, which means that you will always have to take medication to avoid having severe attacks..." Michaël's eyes widened, if Manuel's meds are here then he won't have taken them since yesterday which means... " Shit" "Don't swear in front of a kid, I'll beg you" Michaël got up rubbing his hair before sighing. "Tell me where your brother is" Kyle almost choked before looking at his father. "W
I sat watching Kyle diligently eat his vegetables wondering what this drastic change was. My boy hates vegetables more than anything, but this seems to have always been his favorite meal. **Baby do you like it that much?** “Yes Mom, you are the best cook in the world” I blushed when my usually reserved son had just paid me such a nice compliment. ** Thank you, my heart..** Manuel had red cheeks, his mom is exactly as his father had described her. She is beautiful and sweet, and he also finds her cute. He wanted to have these magnificent freckles on his face but he is already considered the prettiest boy in his school so he'll settle for that degree of beauty. "Hey mum... do you have a boyfriend?" I nearly choked as my son looked at me seriously. He seemed to be waiting for that answer as if his life depended on it, where did that come from? Manuel wanted to be reassured that his mother remained faithful to his father despite the distance and the separation, not that he would
Kyle sat in Manuel's room wondering when his dad...their dad was coming back. He looked at his twin's bedside table and saw the photo of their younger parents. Emma who looked at Michaël with tenderness and the latter who seemed to dedicate a cult of adoration to the girl. He sighed, the man seemed to adore their mother but why did they separate to the point where his mother left in a panic without even imagining that she had made twins and was therefore abandoning a child? Something must have happened, Manuel doesn't know the reason for this separation either, the only thing he told him was that each time his father answered him that it was his fault that his mother was gone. Because he was not up to her. It's way too vague, he needs to know the real details, but if it turns out that it was really because his dad is a bad guy, he'll just find a simple way to protect their mum, and no more hurt his little brother. Manuel also needs their mother, it hurt him to see his brother c
" Dad?" Michael looked at his son not wanting to give him false hope. He knows how much he misses his mother and how much he would like to find his brother, but he just can't tell him that he is going to find his mother and brother without any real hope. So he'll just keep his excitement to himself and go see what's going on in Tartar. "I just got an important call from Tartar, I'm going to have to go on a business trip tonight and..." "Can I come with you?" Michaël bit his lip, each time he had to make this kind of trip, he always took his son with him but this time, he is afraid that Manuel cannot stand the extremely hot climate of Tartar and that he will relapse. Manuel has been in fragile health since birth and he always made sure he got the best treatment. He is not sure that Tartar will have excellent technical platforms like here so he hesitates. "Please Dad..." He doesn't like it when his son looks at him with those big lamb eyes, he can't refuse him anything. "Good
The room was gloomy, all the employees around the meeting table had lowered their heads in fear of their president's cold gaze as he read the pile of documents in front of him. He had put a hand to his cheek studying the data presented to him as the people around waited fearfully for him to speak. He was known to be ruthless and was quick to get rid of people he found unnecessary. He was nicknamed the big devil, nobody wanted to attract his attention, and they did not know what he could do as he was unpredictable. He was only 27 years old but he imposed a charisma and an overwhelming aura so much that no one could retort at his word. The meeting had been going on for four hours and many hadn't even had lunch yet, but they weren't allowed to complain. He doesn't like noise and hates people complaining. This is Michaël Keller, CEO of the Keller-Clark group. Indeed, a few years earlier, Jeanne had had enough of all this business, especially since Victor had decided to join his fa
Jeanne and Fabian arrived with their two children. Fabian was carrying the baby, a little boy and Joshua was holding his mother's hand excited to see Emma's children, but especially Emma. "Ah, I can't believe my baby has become a mother in her turn" "Indeed and to say that she was expecting twins..." “Her fiancé is a pervert” "Honey, who teaches you such bad words?" " I am very clever" Jeanne sighed in front of her son while Fabian just smiled. They arrived in the hospital room finding Michaël in all his states and no trace of Emma, nor the babies “Mica?” Michaël turned away tearfully as he looked at Jeanne guiltily. A few minutes earlier, after reassuring himself that his second son, who was born more fragile than the other, had been examined by the pediatrician, he returned with him to rest him in his crib with his twin brother. But to his great misfortune, Emma was no longer in the room and neither was their son. He panicked seeing papers on the bed, when he became